Chapter 6: The Betrayer's Mark
Elara's heart pounded as Dorian stepped into the clearing, a cruel smile curling on his lips. The other figures faded back into the shadows, but Dorian stood tall, his hands outstretched, as if claiming dominion over the very land. His eyes gleamed with malicious glee, betraying the very trust they had placed in him. His voice cut through the tense silence, thick with disdain.
"You thought you could stop the curse, that you could end what the town began centuries ago?" he sneered, taking slow, deliberate steps toward Elara. "You're nothing more than a pawn in this game, Elara. Just like the rest of them."
The betrayal hit like a dagger to her heart. She had trusted him. He had been with them through the nights filled with dread, the shared terror of the cursed forest, the silence that weighed on their spirits. How could she have been so blind?
"You don't understand, do you?" Dorian continued, his voice now filled with fervor. "This is what I've wanted all along. Power. The Abyss doesn't offer just immortality, Elara. It offers dominion. It offers control over everything - life, death, the very fabric of reality. I won't let you destroy it."
Kael, ever the pragmatic warrior, lunged toward Dorian, his blade gleaming under the pale light of the Blood Moon. But Dorian, with a cruel laugh, was ready. With swift, calculated movement, he parried Kael's strike and knocked him back with an unseen force. The mercenary staggered, falling to his knees.
"Elara!" Lira cried, her voice desperate. "Get away from him! He's not the man we thought he was!"
The world seemed to freeze in place as Elara stepped back, confusion and horror racing through her mind. This wasn't just about breaking a curse anymore. This was a battle for control of the very forces that governed life and death itself.
Before she could gather her thoughts, Dorian's eyes locked onto hers. The malevolent gleam in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.
"You wanted to save them, didn't you?" Dorian mocked, the smirk never leaving his face. "You wanted to save them all. But this land will consume you just like it consumed the rest of them."
With a quick motion, Dorian raised his hand, and a dark energy pulsed from his palm, sending a wave of force that threw Elara back. She crashed against the trunk of the hollow tree, her head spinning. Her vision blurred as she struggled to rise, the weight of the curse pressing down on her shoulders.
She looked up just in time to see Dorian reaching for the cursed artifact, the ritual blade that had once been used to open the portal to the Abyss. The blade gleamed with a sickly, unnatural light as it began to hum, resonating with the very pulse of the land.
"Elara!" Kael's voice broke through the haze, sharp and urgent. "Don't let him do it!"
But it was already too late. With a final, resounding cry, Dorian plunged the blade into the earth beneath the tree. The ground trembled, and a sickening roar echoed through the clearing as a dark rift split open before them - a swirling vortex that pulsed with otherworldly energy. The Abyss itself had returned.